“That’s terrible. You should be the center of everyone’s world,” I tell her, and she leans up on her chin, grinning at me. “You are quickly becoming the center of mine.” Admitting that wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.
“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you.” She moves up so that she can kiss me. There is something about her lips on mine that drives me crazy. I’ll never get enough of her and it seems as though she can’t get enough of me either. Thank God for that because I already know that I can’t live without her.
She is warm and lithe, laying against me. She sighs contentedly and rubs her pussy against my thigh. “Do you already need more, kitten?”
“It’s your fault, Mitch. You’ve definitely created a monster,” she says as she climbs on top of me. Leaning down, she kisses me, and her hair teases my skin. She moves over me and slides her pussy down my still hard cock. When she throws her head back to the point where the ends of her hair tease my thighs, I swear, I am almost blinded by her beauty. She rises up and down on me and for a few beats I just let her do her thing and I stare at her helpless to remember what I am supposed to be doing. Thrusting up, I make her moan.
“Marry me,” I say, meaning it more than I’ve ever meant anything in my life. She stops moving and looks down at me.
“What?” she asks, incredulously.
“Be my wife,” I say simply.
“But we hardly know each other. How could we possibly make it work?”
“Don’t you feel this heat, this chemistry between us?” I ask, placing my hand on her heart. Her pussy clenches around my cock.
“I do,” she finally admits.
“So, what’s the problem?”
“Is that enough though?”
“It will be, Kylie. It will be. Many marriages are based on less than what’s between us and survive.”
“I love you,” she says then puts her hand over her mouth like she didn’t mean to say that. I pull her hand away from her mouth and bring it to my lips.
“You can’t take that back, kitten. Not now, not ever. I love you too,” I tell her.
“What do we do now?” she whispers, her pussy flexing around me again.
“Marry me,” I say, moving into a sitting position so that I can kiss her. Our tongues duel but I win. I control our kiss, my hand moving up her back, trying to get as close to her as possible. Her rosy nipples brushing against my chest.
“Yes,” she whispers again when I let her up for air.
Good girl, I think as I begin to fuck her again. I move so that I am on top of her again, slamming in and out of her, making her mine all over again. She screams her release and I fill her with my seed again.
Now that she’s agreed to be my wife, I’ll never let her out of my sight again.
“Move in with me,” I say.
“You are very demanding, Mr. Halstead,” she says as she looks around for her panties.
“Only when it’s important,” I reply.
“How can I argue with that?”
“I’m hoping you won’t.”
“Fine, you win. We might as well jump into the deep end headfirst,” she says, getting dressed.
Pulling her close to me, I kiss her again. She wraps her arms around my neck, and we let the kiss linger.
“We are going to be so happy, Kylie,” I say letting her finish getting dressed. I do the same.
“I believe it,” she says, gathering her briefcase. “Now, where’s my office?” she asks like the world didn’t just change.
“It’s right this way,” I say, leading out of my office and next door to hers.
“The resumes you wanted me to go over?”
“They are on your desk. Feel free to get whatever you need. We have an account with Amazon.”
“Sounds good, thank you. Lunch?”
“Pick you up at noon,” I say grinning as I leave her office.
“Oh, hey, Mitch,” she calls, and I turn around.
“Yeah, kitten?”
Without a word, she drops her bag and jumps into my arms, placing kisses all over my face.
“Thank you.”
I watch her walk away from me and I have to force myself to go back to my office. Once in there, I close the door and take a deep breath. The room smells like sunshine, wildflowers, and her delicious pussy. If I bottled the scent, I would be even richer than I am now, but I am a selfish man and I don’t share.
Chapter Eight
Kylie
One Month Later
Let me tell you why I love a man with a beard, well specifically a certain man with a delicious beard. He’s amazing. On and off the field, he takes control and I’m thriving. Not that I couldn’t thrive without him, but I love knowing that I won’t ever have too. He wanted to get married right away, but I wanted all my brothers to be able to come, so we are waiting. It’s hard because the more time I spend with him the more I want to be his wife. He’s living, affectionate and attentive.